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Flowers of Poetry, for Young Persons: A Companion to Miss Taylor's ..., Volume 2
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Angel appear beams beauty Beneath birds bless bloom blossoms breast breath bright bring brother busy charms cheerful cloud dance dark dear death delight early earth fair fire flowers friendship give grace grave green grow hand happiness head heart heaven hill hope hour kind leaves life's light lily live look memory mind morning mother native Nature Nature's never night o'er paint pass peace plain plant pleasure praise rest rise roses round sacred scene seen serene shade shed shine sigh sing sinks smiling soft song soon soothe sorrow soul spirit Spring star steps storms summer sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought tree truth vale virtue voice wave wealth wild wind wing young youth
Page 33 - Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then! Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye Sons of Light, Angels — for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing — ye in heaven; On earth join, all ye creatures, to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 92 - Their graves are green, they may be seen," The little Maid replied, " Twelve steps or more from my mother's door, And they are side by side. My stockings there I often knit, My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit — I sit and sing to them.
Page 32 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ; Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair ; Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sit'st above these Heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 90 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 33 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Page 85 - Sweet drop of pure and pearly light ! In thee the rays of Virtue shine ; More calmly clear, more mildly bright, Than any gem that gilds the mine.
Page 89 - ... -A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?
Page 73 - Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring: I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Page 93 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side". "How many are you, then, "said I, "If they two are in heaven?